The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The bell rang. It was not a sound of steel on stone, but a vibration in the marrow, a frequency that bypassed the ear and struck the brainstem. Silas woke on the floor of the White Hall. The air tasted of ozone and crushed mint. He did not reach for a weapon. There was none. He reached for the memory of his son’s weight. Silas was a Warden of the Threshold. His duty was not to guard the door,...

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